![]() ![]() Slowly, I opened it back up and arched an eyebrow in question. Wait, Marcus called out before I could completely close the truck door. No one wanted to be stuck in this fucking cow town.Ĭage. ![]() I knew he was ready to get back to Sea Breeze, where Low was waiting on him. Glancing back at Marcus, I nodded and started to close the door. It was surrounded by miles and miles of green grass, trees, and a helluva lot of cows-my purgatory for the entire summer. Turning my attention from Marcus, I looked at the large white-and-tan farmhouse in front of me. I never questioned that, I replied with a smirk, pulling the straps of my bag up onto my shoulder. As long as he kept that in mind and treated her as such, I could live with the prick. All that mattered was that he understood that Low walked on fucking water. Had to if I wanted to keep Low in my life. Marcus, her fiancé, was an elitist ass at times, but I dealt with him. My best friend, Willow, was a chick-a smoking-hot chick. ![]() I did it for Low, Marcus Hardy reminded me for the second time. Thanks for giving me a ride, I said, reaching for my duffel bag holding my entire summer wardrobe. ![]()
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